[Let the weebs throw hands over anime DVDs. She's here for boring, normie things like discounted spice racks and perhaps also some animal-themed cookie cutters. Even with the noise and bustle of the crowds, though, there's no ignoring the prickle down her spine, that unmistakable sensation of eyes glaring into her soul. She glances at Illya briefly, then behind herself—was someone trying to intimidate a little kid?

But no. Somehow, Illya is focused on her with all the intensity of a thousand suns, as though Lys had already eaten her pet hamster and was now on the prowl for seconds. With the kind of awkward, tentative smile one might show a hissing stray cat, she raises both hands to show she comes in peace.]

Sure, okay. It's all yours. Promise.

[Tall but not broad, she towers over Illya (then again, who doesn't?) and only briefly hesitates before squatting down to be at eye-level. A rather unpleasant question has just wriggled into her brain, and risk of looking like a condescending idiot or not, she can't just let things slide without an answer.]

Hey, uh...have people been bullying you or something? Is that why you said that?